I'm not a very organized person in life, so my thoughts aren't very organized either. Often when I talk it comes out all jumbled because I don't know how to organize my thoughts into words. I'm making it sound like I have some sort of disability, but I assure you as far as I know, I do not.
sleep is a luxury I know nothing of.
I want to watch Wall-e again but I'm scared to.
How do you know when you're about to die you won't regret living the life we would have had together?
It's not fair. Why does all this shit happen to good people? I wish I could take some of my friends hurts from her and have them for myself so she doesn't have to deal with as much shit.
You don't have to lie to my face, I can handle the truth.
What is my moms deal?
I never thought my kind, caring and loving nature would be what was my downfall.
About a week ago this weird taste appeared at the back of my throat and whenever I swallow its there. What does that mean?
I'm tired. Exhausted actually.
I am alienated by my thoughts and feelings.
I can't often describe what's going through my head.
You got your high school fantasy, so I hope you're happy and it's everything you thought it would be.
Actually I don't hope that. Because I'm a bitch. But I also hope that soon I do hope that.
I can't actually type properly.
I'm so fucking tired of school. It's time to move on, but I can't til I get my hons ba.
I never know what you want from me. You need to grow some balls and use your words.
I don't have time for tricks and mind games.
I don't know what I want from life, but I know what I want to do.
I'm in love with someone who doesn't love me, and I don't know how to make myself not love them anymore.
I have a crush on this girl who I work with, but since I'm no longer dating anyone, I wonder if that's cool.
How come you never answered my email? I feel even more confused now.
I'm not smart enough, but I think too much.
How come I can't just go to Hogwarts where none of this shit would exist?
I'm so damn tired of how important humans think they are.
I miss you, more than you know.
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